Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Judy had nothing to do but wait. So, she paced. And worried. She gnawed anxiously on her lower lip. There should be no problems at all. The last ransom demand, the one that had contained the instructions, had included a gory threat in order to prevent any possible trouble. Judy's mother was to make the drop, she was to make the drop alone, she wasn't to be followed. If anything went wrong, Judy was going to be killed, slowly and painfully… according to the tape.

Judy wondered what they could do if the ransom wasn't paid. She certainly wasn't going to be killed. She would have to crawl home like a whipped animal, her tail between her legs. And she would have to behave as if she had escaped from the kidnappers, not as if an extortion plot had gone awry. She couldn't do it! She would he trapped, forced to live in the same house with the Old Bastard for the rest of her life, or at least until she got married. But she didn't want to marry anyone except her brother, who she couldn't marry anyway.

If the plot failed, she would run away with Mike. Money or no money, they would go away together. They could get lost in some big city.

Somehow, together, they would survive.

But, it would be so much better with money. She and Mike would get forty thousand a piece from the ransom. Eighty thousand dollars would take them a zillion miles from the Old Bastard.

Meanwhile, there was nothing to do but pace. She wished desperately that Mike was there. He would hold her and cuddle her and love her and make the time fly. She would have his towering prick in her body, pumping and sliding through her clinging folds, pistoning and pistoning in her, making her feel better and better and better until there would be that wonderful rush of plea sure. Everything would be fine, if only he were here with her right now. Judy felt all hot and shaky.

"Judy?" Mike called from the back door.

"Mike!" she squealed, banging through the swinging door into the kitchen and into his arms, the raincoat spreading open behind her like a cape, exposing her lithe body totally.

She pasted herself to him, put her arms around his neck, scissored her legs around his waist. She ground her bare crotch and naked breasts against him, scraping herself raw on his rough clothing. Her tongue drove between his lips and bored into his mouth, scraping over his teeth.

Mike sucked his mouth away from hers after a suitable length of time. He cupped her ass in his hands to help support her, his fingers squeezing the fleshy moons. "What's with you?" he asked.

Judy leaned back, her hands linked behind his neck. The changed angle ground her pussy against him even harder. His belt buckle dug into her oozing folds. "I love you, love you, love you," she chortled.

Her brother's eyes swept down from her face to her bare breasts, to her quivering torso. "I love you, too. Wish I didn't have to hurry so. I just came by to tell you everything's going great."

Judy's passion had faded slightly, but she continued to grip her brother with her arms and legs. "How's Mom?"

"Scared," Mike admitted. "But she's doing okay. She's had some real rows with the Old Bastard. I think she's finally getting fed up with him.

First he didn't want to come up with the money, then he wanted to drop fake dough, and trap us. Mom really hit the ceiling about that."

Judy unwrapped her legs and released her brother. "That Bastard!" she swore. "He'd get me killed if he could, wouldn't he?"

"Probably. But that's not all of it. When things got really hot, Mom managed to latch onto the Old Bastard's checkbook. Thought she was going to get the money out herself, I guess. She found out the Old Bastard's been paying rent on an apartment someplace."

"What?" Judy erupted.

Mike nodded. "He's been keeping a mistress, believe it or not. Giving her money, more money than he was giving Mom."

Judy felt a flood of sympathy. "Poor Mom," she sighed, sinking down to sit on the edge of the kitchen table.

Mike was pacing, his face flushed with excitement. "Poor Mom my aching butt!" he snorted. "She let him have it with both barrels. Threatened to blow his precious reputation sky high if he didn't come up with the ransom. She flat told him, too, that she was going to file for divorce and didn't expect him to contest it."

Judy's hopes soared. "We'll be rid of the Old Bastard?" she shrieked gleefully.

"We'll be rid of the Old Bastard anyway, once we get the dough," Mike pointed out. "We'll be so far away they'll never find us."

"But if Mom divorces him…" Judy started.

"So what if she divorces him?" Mike asked. "We can't stick around after we've ripped all that money off him. We'll have to split. Besides, we can't do our thing the way we want to if we stay around here. Incest is illegal, you know."

As Judy let him slide his hands around her, under the raincoat, she felt a deep sorrow. The whole purpose of the plot had been to get free of their hated stepfather. The money by itself didn't mean much to her.

Mike was pushing between her thighs as she perched on the edge of the table. His hands roamed up and down her nude torso, pressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then probing down over her belly to explore her hair-shielded sex. "How about a quickie before I have to split?" he asked softly.

Judy shuddered as he pressed her clitoris and a wave of desire burned through her. "Poor Mom," she sighed again.

Mike probed one thumb into her slippery, wet vaginal opening. "She'll be all right," he assured his sister as his hands explored her sweet young body. "She'll take the Old Bastard for every cent he's got. What he's got left after we get through with him, that is."

"But…"

Mike massaged her clit with one thumb, watching her stomach muscles writhe from the stimulation. His hands were sticky with her secretions.

"You think I could do this if we stayed with Mom?" he asked softly. "I thought you wanted me, and only me, for the rest of your life?"

"I do," she admitted as fire burned through her. "It's just that I love Mom and I hate to see her get hurt."

Mike removed one of his hands from its soggy task and fumbled his belt open. After unzipping his pants, he loosed his prick, let it spear out ward, aiming right into the dark, dripping heart of his sister's sex.

"Take my word for it, Sis, Mom'll do just fine. Now come on, how about it? Right here in the kitchen, okay?"

Judy looked at her brother's beautiful pale pink cock with longing. Her reveries before he had arrived had warmed her. The fondling he had given her had changed her lust from mild desire to desperate need.

"If you're really worried about Mom," Mike said, "we can send her a card from wherever we wind up, telling her we're okay." Moving for ward, he nuzzled the head of his swollen prick into her gaping pussy. The kitchen table she was on was the perfect height.

Judy was leaning back on her arms. She looked down her body and saw her brother's jutting, stiff cock approach her open crotch, then felt it pushing through her veil of pubic hair. The touch of his hot glans against her nerve-loaded, dripping folds sent a wave of pleasure through her.

Still, she couldn't help thinking of their mother. Even as she savored the feel of her brother's powerful prick nestling at the gates of her vagina, Judy felt a deep sorrow. How could the woman absorb the twin blows of losing her husband and her children simultaneously? How could she possibly withstand the dual betrayal of an unfaithful husband and children who ran off and left her?

If Mike sensed her concern, he ignored it. He, too, was staring at his sister's pussy. He was watching as he slowly stroked his towering, burning hot cock into her ready wet nest. As the shining pale shaft slowly disappeared into Judy's hairy hole, he could feel her wet pliable folds moving aside, then clasping his stiff prick.